While zigzagging through leafless
Trees on a moonlit night
A cold wind bumps into
A gutted house, trips and
Tumbles down a
Jagged hole in the roof,
Steps hard into a rain puddle
On the blackened carpet,
Distorts the moons' reflection,
Stumbles out the contorted portico,
Surprising the windchimes,
Untouched by the flames,
Happy as ever.
Francis Santaquilani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-as-ever/
